And the saga continues. Got a lovely letter today from Yale. I know it well, on that 100% cotton fiber paper. Such high quality and so official.
“I regret that we are not able to offer you admission to the department.”
Then there’s the obligatory paragraph containing the generic justification. Gotta love that. Is it supposed to make me feel better? Somehow I think when they compose those letters, they’re just trying to take up a bit more white space on the page so it doesn’t seem quite so… stark.
I managed to get our publicist squared away today. I’ve always dreaded dealing with PR issues, so I’m delighted that someone else will be dealing with it now. And at the last LATC rehearsal (which was particularly memorable because I had a rehearsal space booked and [surprise!] they actually held the space for us!) we were introduced to Stacey, our A.S.M. I think she’s going to work out great. One more thing to cross off the list.
Everything I’ve produced has come together in the end. I don’t know why I’m still so surprised when it finally does.